No longer living in fear, my pistol close in hand, Convinced this is my year.

I'm 23 years old. I might just be my mother's child, but in all reality, I'm everybody's child. Nobody raised me; I was raised in this society.

I struggle to be rugged and raw dude, trying to survive in the trials and lawsuits, Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME?

I guess cause i'm black boy, I'm supposed to say 'peace', sing songs, and get capped on.

There ain't nothin' like a Black woman.

Before we find world peace, we gotta find peace in the war on the streets.

I feel that what was done in the dark will come to light. There are secrets everybody's gonna find out about.